This is a sequel to [the 1935 release] The Call of the Wild, from a Jack London bestseller. While White Fang hasn’t got the name that Call had, and does not equal it in screen strength, it pleases and, for those who lean towards yarns of the north country, will satisfy.
What Fang lacks in names, it makes up for in good production and the element of comedy which, in its case, is both very good and important. Charles Winninger [as Doc McFane] and Slim Summerville [as Slats] concede nothing to nobody in view of the fine job they do at tickling the ribs. They are given pretty free rein by the scenario and the director.
Michael Whalen [as Weedon Scott] isn’t altogether a sympathetic character, especially after trying to cheat the girl out of the mine her uncle left her up in Yukon. She not only forgives him for this but refuses to believe that he murdered her own brother. Girl is Jean Muir, a rather brittle type for the tough north country.
Excellent heavy is John Carradine. Much more in her place up in the arctic country than Muir is the hotel keeper (Jane Darwell), a rugged lady.